After rebirth, I rejected the Regent, but he pursued me instead

"what?!"

Jiang Wanyu panicked. She had planned who would show each piece of clothing and could not afford any mistakes, so she immediately ran backstage.

Upon closer inspection, I saw a handsome man lying on the ground, holding his swollen ankle.

"Miss……"

The man looked at Jiang Wanyu pitifully.

Jiang Wanyu felt dizzy. It was so good-looking but useless!

"Someone, take him down to rest first."

Hearing this, the servant hurriedly took his men downstairs.

But what should we do with the finale after this?

Jiang Wanyu paced and thought.

"Wanwan, otherwise brother will take his place."

Jiang Sheng bared his teeth and patted his chest.

But Jiang Wanyu didn't even glance at it, she just said coldly, "You can't, this dress is not the right size for you."

"..."

In an instant, Jiang Sheng was struck by lightning. He was only eighteen years old and was still growing!

Just as she was looking down in melancholy, Jiang Wanyu suddenly bumped into someone's arms.

Looking up from above, he had a solid body and a tall and sturdy stature. Jiang Wanyu's eyes lit up, "This guy is suitable!"

But when she suddenly saw the man's face, Jiang Wanyu's face shrank back.

"Song Qiyan, why are you here?"

Song Qiyan glanced coldly at Jiang Wanyu who fell into his arms.

He didn't want to come, but he had no choice.

It turned out that on this day, the emperor was afraid that Song Qiyan would ignore Jiang Wanyu, so he secretly sent someone to monitor him. If he did not look for Jiang Wanyu, he would report to the emperor.

Song Qi Yan felt annoyed, and the people who were monitoring him were all members of the Imperial Guards in the palace, and they were not easy to deal with. If he accidentally let them track him and find out what he was doing, he would be finished.

So he came here out of desperation.

"I heard that Huaxiu Pavilion was holding some activities, so I came to take a look."

"have a look?"

Song Qiyan doesn't seem like the kind of person who likes to join in the fun.

Jiang Wanyu glanced up and down at Song Qiyan, then smiled and said, "But you came at the right time, please do me a favor."

"busy?"

Song Qiyan raised his eyebrows, and suddenly a cunning look flashed in his eyes, "You can ask me for help, but you have to promise me one thing afterwards."

As she was talking, the host came over to urge, "Miss, why hasn't the finale come out yet? The guests outside are almost impatient."

"Then let the oiran come on stage first, play the piano and music."

"Yes!"

After the servant left, Jiang Wanyu took the clothes and stuffed them on Song Qiyan.

"Okay, okay, I promise, go change it quickly."

"Oh? This is what Miss Jiang promised Song herself."

Song Qi Yan curled the corners of his mouth with a look of success, and then entered the locker room under the push of Jiang Wanyu.

After a while, Song Qi Yan came out wearing a moon-white robe with silver thread and dark floral patterns.

The whole audience was immediately amazed.

Song Qiyan had regular facial features and clear eyebrows, and with the addition of this soft silver-white clothing, his intimidating aura suddenly disappeared a lot, and instead he looked somewhat cool and moving.

"My Lord, this is the first time Qingxuan has seen you wearing clothes like this."

Qing Xuan stared at Song Qi Yan blankly.

Usually Song Qi Yan liked to wear dark clothes, and this was the first time he saw his prince looking so gentle and kind.

"How is it? Are you satisfied?"

Song Qi Yan frowned and spread his hands. He felt that the silver-white color was a bit dazzling. He probably wouldn't wear this color again.

“Satisfied, satisfied, very satisfied!”

Jiang Wanyu patted Song Qiyan's back three times in a row, "But there's still something missing."

As he said that, he pulled Song Qi Yan to the dressing room.

"What are you going to do?"

"Be good, sit down."

"?"

Although he was confused, Song Qiyan didn't know what was going on. After Jiang Wanyu did that, he sat down obediently in front of the dressing table.

"I thought your hair was beautiful earlier, and now it can come in handy."

As she spoke, Jiang Wanyu was about to take off Song Qiyan's crown, but Song Qiyan's slender hands grabbed her wrist in the middle of the process.

"what are you doing?"

"Of course I'm going to do your hair."

"hairstyle?"

"Can you please just listen to me this time? I'm begging you."

Jiang Wanyu bent down and blinked her lively eyes in front of Song Qiyan.

The sight was so close that he could almost hear Jiang Wanyu's breathing. Song Qiyan's heartbeat quickened. He didn't expect her to be so close. Unconsciously, his ears suddenly turned red. He lowered his eyes and said, "Oh, then it's up to you."

Hearing this, Jiang Wanyu smiled happily.

Hahaha, finally my work in the barber shop was worth it.

Thinking about it, Jiang Wanyu began to tinker with it seriously.

But she didn't know that at this moment a pair of eyes were secretly watching her through the dressing mirror.

What's wrong with me today? Why am I blushing because of Jiang Wanyu?

Song Qiyan looked at Jiang Wanyu carefully.

He didn't know whether Jiang Wanyu dressed up specially today or he hadn't noticed it before, but Jiang Wanyu was indeed so beautiful that she could captivate everyone.

However, what concerned him more was that pair of clear and serious eyes. Previously, those eyes were full of turbidity, but now they seemed to have changed. For the first time, he did not want to reject Jiang Wanyu.

I'm probably crazy.

Song Qiyan looked at Jiang Wanyu and sighed softly.

But when Song Qiyan lowered his head, Jiang Wanyu started to twist his head and said something.

"do not move."

Hearing this, Song Qiyan actually let Jiang Wanyu manipulate him like a sculpture.

Soon, Jiang Wanyu had done a beautiful hairstyle for Song Qiyan according to the ancient aesthetics.

Her hair hung on both sides of her clothes, making Song Qiyan look even more beautiful.

Jiang Wanyu looked at Song Qiyan in the mirror with satisfaction, and felt that her cooking skills were really good.

"How is it? Looks good, right? Hehe~"

(He puts his hands on his hips and laughs proudly.)

Hearing this, Song Qi Yan raised his eyes and was startled.

Who is in the mirror?!

How did he become like this?

He frowned and said, "How ugly."

"You don't know what you're talking about."

A punch hit Song Qiyan on the head.

I worked so hard on it for so long, but he just doesn't care about it. I feel bad for my own skills.

Jiang Wanyu complained with tears in her eyes.

"Jiang Wanyu, what are you doing!"

Song Qiyan was stunned by Jiang Wanyu. This punch was not light.

"Here, take it with you and go on the catwalk."

Jiang Wanyu threw a piece of white gauze to Song Qiyan and spoke coldly, lacking half of the enthusiasm she had when she begged him.

Song Qiyan took the veil with a puzzled look in his eyes, "What? I am a man of eight feet tall and you want me to walk the runway with this? Do you treat me like a tortoise?!"

"Since you promised me, of course you have to help me to the end."

As she spoke, Jiang Wanyu pushed Song Qiyan to the stage.

"........."

Song Qi Yan had no choice but to let her do it.

Wait, then it will be your turn to regret.

As I was thinking, a servant called out from outside the curtain, "Dear guests, I'm sorry to have waited so long. This is a white silver silk gown with dark patterns and floral patterns made by the best tailor in the capital, using snow silkworms from Tianshan Mountains."

As soon as the servant finished speaking, the curtain was drawn up and music started playing nearby.

Suddenly, flower petals fell, and a beautiful man with a veil walked towards the stage under the push of Jiang Wanyu.

……